Ahmad, the Arab

Don’t ask about my name and my address,

For, the night and the stars are my brothers and sisters;

And the planets of the world are my companions,

And the will of God protects me.

I have lost my family and friends,

Wandering weary in this foreign land.

I have asked the night to hold me,

To hold be beneath its wings;

And the stars guided me to my eternal garden.

I am Ahmad, the Arab.

I am looking for a shade and a garden.

I am searching for a home and an address.

I am searching for a friend and a human,

And I search for identify and citizenship;

And I chase after a passport

To justify in it my humanity to those who oppress me;

And I have taken from

 This foreign land,

A SHELTER…

To my children;

To my beloved;

And to myself;

And I wandered far away;

Stranger in a strange land

Burying  my pain and my sorrow;

In this huge distance

Do not ask me about my name and my address.

For the night is my house,

and the stars are my lanterns;

And back East I have a home,

That calls me every morning.